Last month we journeyed down to Seattle to partake in some good old-fashioned ball-gaming with the Seattle Mariners. Note: after two years of playing softball (on an award-winning team, to boot), it was on this trip that I discovered that ‘rover’ is not an actual position in baseball. While we busted some serious moves on the I-5 on our way down, we happily meandered back up to the Glorious North via highway 9 and took in the sights of small town America. It’s my favourite thing to do. I love being reminded that for the most part we need to take ourselves less seriously and that if we go a week without a sprouted kale quinoa spirolina smoothie with organic hemp hearts we will still survive. I love one-diner towns where the club sandwich comes deep fried, and I am not being facetious; I actually love things that are deep fried. We come from a super health conscious and outdoorsy community and sometimes being so grass fed is exhausting.
We took the advice of our forest ranger friend and explored the Mountain Loop Highway on our way back. The Mr. Baker-Snoqualmie National Forest is home to this scenic byway that connects Granite Falls to Darrington. It’s a remote stretch of ‘highway’ strung together from logging roads and old wagon trails. Parts are paved, but most of it is a single muddy lane with no shoulder and substantial drop-off. I was happy to pull some knobs on ye old Syncro just for peace of mind.
I’m actually now noticing that the Mountain Loop highway seems to always reference Forestry Road 20. Imagine my surprise to find quite a few photos of us on Forestry Road 24…we took some detours off the detour, apparently. This explains a lot. Our camp for the night was potentially the most amazing campsite yet: a pull-off next to the river and in the shadows of a massive hollowed out tree. Of course, it rained. It rained because we’ve never actually camped without it raining, and I don’t think I’m exaggerating. Robbie managed to make a fire in a downpour and we cooked our stash from Pike Place Market. There is an amazing market on the way to Granite Falls, so note to self: don’t pay four times market value in Seattle and just buy local next time.